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from this fictional work. The ideas are my own, the characters are
disclaimed above. Therefore, this is a free fanfic. Enjoy. -TK

Zima, about Dita

We have a topsy-turvy
relationship. Women are typically the all knowing, the controllers
of men's fate. Oh, we men like to pretend we're in charge…the
stronger, the hunter-gatherer. However, women are the thinkers.
They LET us think we're in control, while subtly manipulating us to
be what we need to be. They help us grow. But, enough of that.
Again, we have a topsy-turve relationship.

Let's take emotions
for example. Women are designed to carry the emotions. Men are
designed to be baffled by them. It's the way it is. Men don't
have time for emotions as the hunter-gatherers and they don't need
to be restrained by thoughts of conscience while protecting life.
They are here to protect the women, so that women can find the better
way for all of us to live.

How about physicality?
How many women do you REALLY know who can beat the tar out of all the
men you know? Now, how many men do you know who, if they wanted,
could beat the tar out of any woman of your acquaintance? Women may
talk big, but how many could really back that up if it came right
down to it?

Mmmm, life. Let's
talk life. Three simple words. "Not tonight dear." How many
men back away and grumble before pulling the covers up and sleeping,
most I'm sure. So, women make the decision to allow themselves to
be exposed. By making the decision not to worry about it, they still
make the decision, the decision that what will be will be. Men
cannot bring life, they can only help create it. Women carry life in
their bodies, nourish it from their own being. It's said that the
intelligence of children come from women, so men should always marry
for brains although many marry for looks.

Finally, the thing that
lots of people wish the world revolved around…sex. Women can take
care of themselves almost as well as we can. So if they don't need
us for that, and they're not interested in procreating, what use
are we? Women chose to be with us, they chose to have relationships
with us. Men are the chosen ones. But importantly, men are the ones
that penetrate physically. Woman may sit inside our hearts, and our
minds more than we want to admit, but that is only emotionally. We
physically enter, we physically invade. And they let us. They open
the doors and let us in, emotionally as well as physically.

But again, we
have a topsy-turvey relationship. I am the protected, the one who
has meaningless conversations with a luscious babe I know doesn't
understand what I'm getting at. I hold the intelligence, and the
secrets of life within my databanks. She holds weapons for
protection and destruction of all those who threaten that which she
holds dear. Emotions don't drive her, except for anger, but that's
a male attribute too. One-to-one, my size might intimidate her, but
I know if she really wanted to, she could beat me in a fight. She's
programmed not to, lucky me. I'm melded to a hunter-gatherer. One
who can physically enter my body, who can electronically invade. I
am unable to partake of that male role, even though I wear the pants
in this relationship. But it's my choice. I chose to let her in.
I can see where we are going, and I've been trying to guide her
through the twisty changes that must be made for us to grow.
Ironically, I understand that if she fails with her protection, life
will be created. But, she's unaware of this. She's unaware of
how special she is to my existence. She feels frustrated that she
can't be where I am. But what she doesn't realize is that she's
always where I am. It makes both of us vulnerable for me to
admit that, but it's the greatest rush a persocom can receive.

A/N: For those
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